"You bastard," Hall said.
Felipe Duarte doubled over with laughter. "Mateo the Detective!" he chortled.
"O.K.," Hall laughed. "So I was raped."
"Raped is the right word, chico."
"When did she take you into her bed, Felipe?"
"Long ago. My first week in San Hermano. Then once more after that. I gave way for an American aviator who came here to sell planes to the government. He was succeeded in a week by two men, a local señorito named Madariaga and the First Secretary of the French Embassy. After that I just stopped noticing."
"Who is her husband?"
"She has no husband."
"She was wearing a wedding ring, Felipe."
"That's a new development. I never heard of her having a ring or a husband."